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[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean is Not Impressed.

With everything ever, really.

He's sitting on the porch in Lawrence, drinking a beer and wondering how he wound up justifying time out from the 'what's going on with Sam and Jess' hunt to take a roadtrip with two chicks who hate him.

They're leaving in less than an hour; he should probably pack.

Ehh.

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[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

That's a tiny hint of a smirk there.

"So you did," Dean agrees lazily, and offers her a beer.

[theresnodoor]

But she's not--

...hell, why not? She's not going to get to beat anything up.

Looking more than a little wary about this, Rachel takes the bottle and - after a long, long pause - sits down on the porch steps with him. There's space for two or three people between them, but she's there.

And takes a sip of the beer before making a face at it.

[hector-aframian.livejournal.com]

Dean's curious, of course, as to what made her come storming out. And vaguely curious as to the spandex getup she was in the other day. And kind of annoyed, indefinably, for no reason he can pin down.

But it's a hot afternoon and he's got nothing better to do until Jo's ready.

He doesn't have anything to say, though.

[theresnodoor]

Honestly? Neither does Rachel. And while the beer doesn't taste good, it's cold and she's fine with sipping it. She's not terribly comfortable sitting with a stranger like this.

But whatever. For right now, right this second... it'll do.